Duck Lake it heals and it haunts me.

His jaw clenched when she caught sight of him. For a moment he thought to run but the idea was quickly cast aside when he realized he could not. As desperately as he wished to slip away from sight, the child was frozen in fear. Fear that was shielded with frustration as she spoke.
My problem? he repeated with disbelief. My problem is being chased by crazy wolves who killed my mom — But Laurel wasn’t dead wasn’t she? The one eyed man’s slip of the tongue came to the forefront of his mind. It gave him an ounce of solace then, but ultimately could not stop him from going on his (now tearful) diatribe.
— and- and kidnapped me and my sister. And now t-they’re gonna kill me for running. God, why did he have to run? His voice began to raise into awkward cracking and choked up sobs. And now I’m alone. A-and I don’t know what to do. I’m tired and I’m hungry. So- so  sorry for ruining your peaceful little bath you- you ass!